As we know, many people in Oklahoma are indoctrinated from birth that homosexuals are damned to Hell and, if you associate with their likes, you’re damned right alongside them. Growing up, I remember how fearful of gays and lesbians I was made to feel, a visceral homophobia that is installed and instilled in almost every God-fearing Oklahoman.
Now that I’m much older and more knowledgeable, the only thing that truly scares me anymore is how much of this hateful propaganda that people preach in the name of God. But the female illusionists at the Boom protest this hypocritical hysteria the funniest way they know how: by lampooning Okie evangelicals and their caustic beliefs.
Closed after a long hiatus due to the dastardly demon known as Covid-19, the Boom, 2218 NW 39th Street, is back giving glory to the highest with the resurrection of their Sunday Gospel Brunch, starring the loud and proud duo of Kitty Bob Aimes and Norma Jean Goldenstein, not to mention a tempestuous menu of mid-morning eats.
With a low ticket price of five bucks each, my ladyfriend and I arrived at the Boom a little after 11:30 a.m.—there’s two shows, one at noon and another at 1:30 p.m.—and were given a selection of seats by the host at the door, choosing to sit at a back table by the men’s room.
“If you’re trying to hide it won’t do any good,” the host quipped. “They always find you!”
As we waited for the scriptural show to begin, a blessed brunch spread was ordered among the famished flock; my ladyfriend had the Boom Boom Omelet ($14.50) and I requested the Quiche Lorraine ($11.25), one of my most favorite divine morning dishes that I very rarely ever get to nosh on.
Saying a supplication over our brunch, the Boom Boom Omelet was a prayer-warrior of eggs, cheddar cheese, spicy peppers and spicier sausage topped with a liberal dollop of Hollandaise sauce, a well-rounded blessing that came with a decadent helping of au gratin hash browned potatoes.
But it was the Quiche Lorraine that was absolute proof of God’s love for his earth-bound children—a healthy stigmata of bacon and Swiss cheese surrounded by baked eggs that was also topped with Hollandaise, a condiment which should really receive a lot more respect than it normally gets. Like an ovum-filled communion, this sacramental slice of quiche earns the highest praise from me.
As we finished up our messianic meals, Aimes and Goldenstein took to the smallish stage, comically lip-syncing to a medley of not-so-classic Gospel tunes, each song amping up the sacrosanct schtick, followed by a sacred stage-act that took aim at landmarks of phony piety such as Chick-Fil-A, LifeChurch and, of course, the entire city of Edmond.
At one point, like the host said, they did find me, letting me know that I’ll probably be mistaken for a lesbian in my plaid shirt. And while I found it all funny, I’m sure that the holier-than-thou church crowd would have found their jabs at the Babel-esque egos of today’s typical Christian somewhat blasphemous, as the more satirically attentive among us found it reverently irreverent.
As we were leaving the parking lot, the beautiful day showcasing all of God’s glory, I mentioned how it’s always good to feel the unity of a progressive OKC in these tight spots around town, with the Boom’s Sunday Gospel Brunch a hallelujah hellstorm of hate-destroying hilarity. Amen.
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